Hermione tried to catch her breath as her chest rapidly rose and fell. What…What was he playing at? Was he actually going to take advantage of me or was he just using it to scare me? Hermione would like to think that he was just using it to scare her, but she had no idea what kind of man Malfoy had turned into since she last saw him. And he had really grown up since she last saw him. When she first saw him, she was groggy and thought she was in a dream. The handsome man with gorgeous blue eyes was noticing her for some reason. She was in for a sour shock when she recognized the bone structure of Draco's jaw and face. Draco Malfoy was now her tormentor and in control of her life.
She couldn't believe she had gotten captured. Hermione was always the smart one, but she had been stupid and hasty in this particular case. Harry and Ron had been at a different safe house when Hermione had gotten word that they were in trouble. The Order had been using the magic coins that Hermione had invented in their 5th year when they had been in Dumbledore's Army. If the coin went green, that had meant that that certain member had reached their location without problems, and the house was also safe. If there was trouble, the coin was burned in their pockets and turned red. That day, Hermione's coin had turned red. Usually, that would mean that the other members were to stay away from that spot and wait for further instructions to see if there was any hope of saving the safe house. Harry's boldness had rubbed off on Hermione and instead of following the rules like she usually did, she had let her fear for her friends take hold of her and immediately apparated to the spot Harry and Ron were at. Two Death Eaters were there waiting for Hermione was a slimy grin on their face. Hermione could kick herself for falling for the trap and for giving away the Order's key form of communication.
She exhaled a shaky breath and licked her lips. Hermione still felt and tasted Draco on her mouth. He tasted minty and refreshing. His lips were a bit cold, but soft. Everything about him reminded her of winter. She had wanted him to kiss her, and but had come to her senses halfway through. He was her enemy. Malfoy could easily be trying to get her guard down or pretend to like her to gain her trust. Hermione refused to be made into a fool again. She had let her feelings for Ron get in the way of logic and sense, and she wasn't going to let that happen again. A good looking man is not worth putting aside common sense.
Draco paced back and forth in his room with his mind racing. It was becoming clear to him now. Hermione Granger was the enemy. No matter how pretty she was, he had an assignment to do. Believing that the both of them might form any kind of relationship was preposterous. And if he wanted to have her any way he wanted, then he would and could. That was the point of having someone to torture, right? Having someone to do whatever you wanted and making them tell you whatever you wanted. Draco smiled cruelly and thoughtthat this was better anyways. He was in complete control.
A stiff feeling reminded him of his current dilemma. His blue eyes gazed down to see his cock straining against his pants. Draco was so riled up from the mixture of sexual tension and anger between him and Hermione. He savored the thought that he could stalk back there and finish what he had started. Putting Hermione under the imperius curse would be only too easy. Making her his little pet brought his famous smirk to his face. But no, he wanted to have her willing. On her knees, begging for him to touch her. That's what would be most satisfying, and that's the way he would get her to give him information, and be submissive.
Draco dazedly unclasped his trousers and let them slide to the floor. His boxers were next, and soon laid in a crumpled heap on top of his pants. Draco bit his lip while he gripped his swollen erection in his hand. His back pressed against the cold wall, causing a delicious shiver to run up his spine. His chin went into the air as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Hermione was still strapped to the chair, but she was squirming in the most erotic way. Her eyes were hooded as she stared at him wantonly. "Draco," she purred. His hands were slowly unbuttoning her blouse with a calculated speed. The shirt was pushed aside to reveal her black, silk bra. Her full breasts were suddenly covered with his hands, squeezing over the material. A groan escaped her lips that vibrated through Draco's body. He unclasped the bra from the middle and pushed the cups to either side. Her pink, plump nipples waited expectantly for his touch. He grazed his thumb against one to tease her and watch the peak become stiff. Hermione stuck her chest out to try and bring it closer to his touch and urge him on. He chuckled and brought his fingers back to lightly squeeze and play with her nipples. Her head rolled back as she savored his touch. His mouth engulfed her nipple, sucking and using his tongue to swirl and prod. A sharp intake of breath was heard above him and he switched to the other breast to hungrily suck. His arm snaked down to run them slowly up and down Hermione's legs while he continued to tease her with his mouth. Draco saw her fingers twitching as she tried to free her hands to touch him. "Uh uh, Granger. You've been a bad girl, and we have to keep you tied up." Hermione made a pouty noise that made him smile against her breast. He moved away and watched her face as his palm slid higher up her leg, inching into her skirt. Hermione went stiff and held her breath as his fingertips grazed her panties. Draco used his index finger to rub up and down, going down between her lips, and then up to her clit. Hermione shuddered and let out a low moan. Her hips bucked to press herself firmer to his touch.
Draco was so close, his fingers were working at a much faster speed as he brought himself closer and closer to his own climax.
Draco pushed past her underwear and let his fingers continue the same motions on bare skin now. His icy eyes looked up at her and watched as she clenched the chair with her hands and met his eyes. "Say please," Draco said tauntingly. Hermione looked away determined and tried not to moan at what his fingers were doing. He upped the speed and concentrated only on her sensitive bud. Hermione moaned despite herself and Draco could see she was fighting so hard not to give in. Draco leaned his head down to engulf one of her nipples again and flicked his tongue over the peak. "Please," Hermione said in a small voice. "Please what?" Draco said, baring his teeth with a smile. "Please fuck me." Draco shoved his fingers into her hot slit and Hermione moaned so loudly. She was already so close from his teasing. He upped his pace and sucked on her neck, marking her. Her moans got louder and shorter as he felt her walls tightening around him. Draco watched her as she came, looking ethereal and satisfied.
His hot seed fell over his palm as Draco came, his cock throbbing and a loud groan escaping from his lips. Catching his breath, he kept thinking about the fantasy he had concocted in his mind.
"Yes, I really do like the thought of Granger being in my control."